Emma.
I felt like my world had stopped spinning. My arms folded tightly across my chest, my foot tapped against the floor in a steady rhythm.
Kael was right beside me, like a shadow I couldn’t shake, and I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze either.
He was angry. I could feel it radiating from him. But he hadn’t said a word to me since he’d told me I was pregnant, like he couldn’t bear the thought.
My chest tightened, and I felt a knot in my throat, fighting to keep my breathing steady. Why was he so quiet? What was he thinking? I’d never felt more alone.
Finally, the doctor arrived, looking stern as he approached us. His gaze moved over me, then Kael. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses. “Miss Emma, you’re three weeks pregnant.”
“No,” I whispered. I couldn’t believe i
